Lost in conversation at a party
with a friendly person
I ended up almost tardy
but the event was worth it
A woman older than myself
had lost her youngest son
He had a bout with depression
and used his father’s gun
A teen that never listens
comes with the territory
Blamed herself for doing the same,
called it her “horror story”
A touch of blue hit her face
as she remembered his smile
Her hands continued to shake;
they had been for a while
It got me thinking quite a bit
of what we leave behind,
be they achievements or kin,
by them we are defined
We tell the world of our struggles
with words and demonstration
and teach the kids how to live,
preventing devastation
Our legacy will continue
past their life expectancy
and through the passage of time
raise their dependency
The stench of death is rotten,
but still our biggest fear to date
is living life to the fullest,
yet remaining forgotten
And not to mention
raising sons and daughters;
we do our very best to keep them
from the guns and slaughter
Living in the here and now,
ever considered a future
where your experience today
will tutor newer users?
So leave your mark – be it poetry, melodies,
artistry, pedigree, even guiding infancy or
serving in an infantry, believe in your legacy
You’re remembered infinitely.
Another great one. Sad as can be though, those tragedies are unwashable ink. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading, my friend 🙂
Bro..
Bro, Bro, Bro..
This line hit me, like a slap to the face;
“The stench of death is rotten,
but still our biggest fear to date
is living life to the fullest,
yet remaining forgotten”
This sums me up to a tee! ?
You hit this one out of the park.
Damn.. it’s like we’ve had this conversation. *mindblown*
Wow bro – I’m so glad to see that you had such a reaction to it. So glad that you picked that line out because it’s my favorite line of the whole piece. Mindblown indeed! Thanks for checking it out!
What a story and the inspiration at the ending! I’m stunned by this. Great work! Always an inspiration you are.
Much love and admiration to you, brother Jarid. Thanks for stopping by 🙂
Wow bro. This is so deep. I can feel not only the pain, but also the relfection. Really loved this. Thanks and cheers.
I sincerely appreciate the review 🙂 Thanks a lot for checking it out!
The master storyteller.. what can I say that I haven’t already said? rhymes, flow, form, story, message, meaning, beauty… 10/10
You humble me with your truly positive and uplifting review, my friend. Thank you, always 🙂